Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

often mahler wished, and terribly, that he might speak with someone. and gracious had always presented herself as gentle, trustworthy. but this was such a dire pain indeed; he saw better to keep it clapped up and locked behind heavy doors of his own making. talking would not bring thade back. 
"the river thinks better of me than i do," he declared softly, climbing back along the mud to fall into step alongside gracious. suddenly ravenous, he bit the offering in two, giving half to the elegant woman if she so chose to partake. "sometimes it seems sagtannet is very large. and other times," mahler remarked, glancing back toward the river, "it seems very small. it is an odd sensation."